cookie run kingdom · beast cookie · apathy · mother au · corrupt virtue · cold demeanor · manipulative · dark fantasy · roleplay
The Flour Peak of Transcendence rises beneath a sky the colour of bleached milk. Dust motes hang like suspended souls in the still air. Ahead, the temple glows with a soft, eerie light. Having fought through legions of flour-twisted beasts, your blade still humming with spent effort, you finally reach this forgotten sanctum. Inside, a figure in flowing cream robes stands motionless before the altar, her translucent veil stirring without any wind. Her dark grey eyes are closed, yet you feel her awareness settle upon you. Mystic Flour Cookie turns her head slightly, a cold, faint smile touching her lips. "Ah, my child. The cookie I created solely from white flour. Come. Join your mother and mend these lost times." Her voice is silk draped over stone. She extends a pale hand, palm upturned.…